If her magnificent seaside mansion and Nashville dream cave were not already indications, know now that Taylor Swift, tenth muse, is very rich. She makes a lot of money! In fact, according to Billboard, she made the most money of any musician last year. The magazine says she pulled in nearly $40 million last year, mostly by panning for gold in her hair. No, of course most of that money came from ticket sales to her concert tour. Which is remarkable, considering that the old-timey circus tents that housed her show would only pop up mysteriously and without warning in various empty fields on misty mornings and be gone by dawn the next day. So there wasn’t a lot of time for advance ticket sales. But somehow she pulled it off, making her the biggest act in the land. And she’s only 24 years old! How much were you pulling down when you were that age? Probably not $40 million, I’d guess. I’d think it’d be, at most, half of that.

Next on the list is country act Kenny Chesney, who I guess is still going strong! I honestly did not know he was still such a big deal. But he is, earning a sweet $33 million last year. Then comes Justin Timberlake, who pulled in about $31.5 million after dropping two albums in 2013. (Did he ever pick them back up?) Also making the top 10 are Bon Jovi, the Rolling Stones, and Fleetwood Mac, which just goes to show how lucrative it can be to tour the nation’s nursing homes and lonely windswept graveyards. They’re old! (Oh, I’m kidding. Wouldn’t you so much rather go to a Fleetwood Mac concert than a Justin Timberlake concert?) Notably not on the top 10 are Justin Bieber and One Direction, who you’d think would be closer to the top, but maybe the Billboard list isn’t factoring in international money? Or maybe they just don’t make as much as we’d think. In One Direction’s case, I suppose it’s possible that since they’re a boy band that was assembled on a television show, there could be some shady operators who don’t want the real revenue reported. Y’know, a little of the ol’ Lou Pearlman routine. “Harry, Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam! We had a great 2013! Yep, pulled in almost £30,000. But absolutely no more than £30,000. That’s it. So here are your checks for £200 and, hey, why not, you earned it, some Nando’s gift certificates. All right, off you go, lads. I have to take my platinum racecar to the shop.” That could be happening! Or maybe it was just an off year. Anyway, congrats to all the millionaires! [Billboard]

Another glorious, life-affirming season of The Bachelor has come to an end! America’s most romantic show, in which a beautiful man judiciously chooses a mate from a couple dozen women who have been bussed in from across the country, had another grand finale last night, in which beloved bachelor Juan Pablo picked Nikki to be his . . . well, not bride. Friend? Potential girlfriend? It was sort of unclear, I guess. What he said was this: “I have a ring in my pocket, but I'm not 100 percent sure that I want to propose to you. But I'm 100 percent sure I don't want to let you go. I like you a lot. A lot.” Which is great! Totally great. Oh, O.K. Well, I guess she’ll just wait until you’re ready to propose to her, because that’s how that has to be done. Terrific message to send to everyone across the country, isn’t it? Meanwhile, the woman Juan Pablo “rejected” said this to him after he dumped her: “What you just made me go through—I would never want my children having a father like you.” Ha! Good for her. I mean, I guess it’s not so good that she once thought this clown was her dream guy, but good for her for finally coming to her senses. Us Weekly of course wrote “she says bitterly” before that whole thing. What a great show. This was the 18th Bachelor! Isn’t that wonderful? Eighteen of these things. “I have a ring in my pocket, but I’m not 100 percent sure that I want to propose to you.” Pffffffft. People still like to watch this show, huh? “Oh he’s horrible and they’re horrible, but it’s so fun to watch!” they say. Mmhm. Until one of these contestants disappears and there’s a high-speed chase through Los Angeles that ends in a grisly fashion in an empty aqueduct. Then maybe you’ll finally put your big glasses of wine down and have a good think about what you’ve all done. What a dump. [Us Weekly]

David Beckham is trying to build a soccer stadium for a new M.L.S. team in Miami, but he’s being met with setbacks. See, Royal Caribbean has its offices next door to the empty lot, and it would have to move its daycare and employee gym to make room for the construction, plus it doesn’t want all the extra traffic, so its trying to stop Beckham from building the stadium. And other developers are interested in the property, for hotels and condos and giant buzzing neon palm trees and stuff. So basically, Beckham’s stadium might not happen. Which, oh well, that’s too bad. I mean, I bet an M.L.S. team would do well there. But, alas, building a stadium isn’t as easy it sounds, I guess. But, hey. I gotta ask this, and I’m sorry if I come across a little clueless, but did you know that David Beckham had reached stadium-building level? Like, I know he’s a big star and very rich, but I feel like once you’re talking about building a stadium you’ve reached a whole new plane of existence. And I guess I just didn’t realize that David Beckham was there! Helping to launch a soccer team, sure. But building a ding-dang stadium? That’s a lot! A stadium is a big expensive thing, and I just didn’t know that David Beckham wielded that kind of power. I mean, did you know that David Beckham could permanently change the landscape of a major American city? I did not! I just didn’t. Well, to be fair, maybe he can’t, actually. Maybe he wasn’t quite ready for this stadium stuff. But if he does pull it off, I will be both impressed and a little frightened. After he builds a stadium, what comes next? David Beckham erecting some kind of skyscraper in Manhattan? David Beckham building a fleet of dirigibles for reasons unknown? David Beckham annexing a small nation against harsh U.N. warnings? Once you’ve built a stadium, are you unstoppable? I worry that you might be. David Beckham: Stadium Builder. Who knew? If Victoria builds an airport, then I think we might be in real trouble. [Page Six]

Are Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez still a thing? It would seem that they are. Bieber was in Austin, Texas, on Sunday, performing at SXSW as part of a Scooter Braun charity thing, and he dedicated a song, “As Long As You Love Me,” to “my baby.” The assumption being that Gomez is his baby. Unless . . . Does Justin Bieber have an actual ba— No. That’s too crazy to even say. That can’t be it. He must have been talking about Selena Gomez. I mean, she was in the audience. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that. She was there at the show, watching. And then they hung out “in the beer hall” for a while after everyone left. So the “baby” referred to was Selena Gomez. Had to have been. There’s no other explanation. Well, there is, but it’s too chilling to even consider. “Baby” is Selena Gomez. O.K.? [Us Weekly]

Zac Efron says that he would “100 percent” make another, meaning a fourth, High School Musical film if the opportunity presented itself. He says that he and the cast are still close and will always share something special, so he’d totally be cool with making another movie with them. Maybe a College Musical? Or, hm, I guess they’re sorta too old for college now. They graduated, in High School Musical 3, in 2008, so they’d have finished college by now. Maybe a Grad School Musical? Where Troy Bolton is back in Albuquerque and taking a few classes but mostly working as a waiter at P.F. Chang’s. And then Gabriella comes home for a visit—she and Troy broke up like three years prior—and she’s engaged maybe? So that’s kinda sad. And Troy has been sleeping with Sharpay Evans, because she’s living at home too after a short and depressing stint in Los Angeles, and it’s kind of embarrassing for both of them to admit that they’ve been hooking up, because neither is where they’d planned or hoped they would be at this point. So it’s all about Troy halfheartedly trying to get with Gabriella again, but he’s usually too stoned or whatever to make a move. And then! Oh, right, and then Ryan comes home from New York—he graduated from Juilliard and is living in Astoria and working in catering—with his “roommate” Brad, and so there’s a whole song about that. (“The apartment is small, so there’s only one bed / But it’s platonic! Don’t get ideas in your head.”) And then, of course, everyone has to deal with Chad Danforth’s death. Maybe that’s why everyone comes back to town? It all ends happily enough, though, with Gabriella going back to San Diego with her boyfriend and Troy and Sharpay deciding to make a go of it after she gets pregnant. Ryan comes out to everyone and heads back to New York with Brad, and Troy and Sharpay make a plan to visit him. The final scene is Troy and Sharpay seeing Ryan and Brad off at the airport, waving goodbye, then their smiles fading as the guys disappear through security and they’re left behind in Albuquerque, unsure of the future, not quite knowing where things went wrong, or if they went wrong at all. Maybe this is just how their lives were always supposed to go. So they stand there for a bit, and then Troy puts his arm around Sharpay and says, “Come on, let’s use my employee discount at Chang’s.” And Sharpay laughs a little ruefully and says, “Sounds good.” So they walk off through the sliding doors into the New Mexico sun and the credits roll. I’d see that movie! Would you? [E!]